Nine beasts advanced abreast, treading upon nine streaks of blood-red light.
A bloody aura that almost froze the air swept across the sky, as though to blot out the sun and moon. Every yao who sensed it paled.
Terror gripped their hearts, and their bloodlines trembled.
This was the oppressive might of a superior being!
Even Su Changsheng could not help drawing a sharp breath, utterly shocked.
This Lord of Blood was a powerhouse unlike any he had seen in his life.
The nine enormous beasts resembled the qilin of legend, each with a single horn and a tail trailing like a whip. At a glance, they clearly possessed powerful ancient ancestry, likely descendants of some pureblood demon race.
Even setting that aside, their strength was terrifyingly formidable. The aura of demon power they radiated alone rivaled that of the Ninth-Level Demon Race.
Su Changsheng believed he could handle one. Against two or three together, he might just manage with Heaven and Earth Manifestation. But if all nine attacked, he would run as far as he could.
With such mighty exotic beasts pulling the coffin, wherever the blood-red casket passed, bloody winds howled and blood rained, heaven shook and earth split, and the void trembled. Such a grand display truly stunned all the yao present.
Su Changsheng shrank back even further, even stopping his breathing for the moment.
Too powerful. Simply unimaginable.
He had thought his advancement to the ninth level gave him reason for pride, but before these Great Yao, he still amounted to little.
Great Yao truly were Great Yao, miraculous beings utterly unlike the demon race beneath them.
The aura naturally emanating from the blood coffin was now several degrees stronger than the Golden Eagle King's, and even more frightening to the yao.
This had to be